((Hello readers. I see that there are still somehow some of you left. It's really weird, seeing as I started this story many, many years ago in the midst of my weeaboo phase. My writing was terrible, my storyline vanilla with a straight-up Mary Sue, and you guys still read through nine chapters and asked for more. I started this chapter in February, it got accidentally deleted a month later and now here I am in June writing for it again. Smash Brothers for WiiU and 3DS has been announced, I gotta catch up, don't I?

A small side note before I start, all characters in this (especially characters who have had new games like Link and Pit etc.) with new personalities are based off of what I knew about them in 2011 when I began this arc in the story. Thank you.))

My breath caught still in my throat as I realized that the only noise in the entire room was my own breathing. Peach was gone, and I didn't dare turn around to check, I already knew it. The paralyzing knowledge that I was all alone kept me glued to my spot in the aisle. I told my arms to move and they did not, I attempted to breathe through my mouth and my face refused to move.

It wasn't until the grand stage lights began to warm up and turn back on again that I could even let myself breathe. It had gotten colder, and every short breath filled the air around me with a soft mist.

Three figures standing on the stage caught my eye first. One stood with arms crossed near the center, but was facing another that sat with their legs dangling off the edge of the edge of a free-floating platform in an almost playful manner. The last was looking off to the side, directly at me. It didn't take much for me to take my eyes off of them though. As the lights continued to brighten, I began to make out a rather large pile of something on the ground in between all of them. The pile twitched and I saw a weak but familiar flutter.

It felt like someone had taken my stomach and dropped it on the floor as I saw Pit's head raise and as the lights got brighter, his beaten wings draped over him. I began moving down the aisle and to the stage before my brain even registered I was doing it. The figure standing near the center seemed to notice me finally and jabbed their foot straight into what seemed to be Pit's shoulder. The wings tensed as a weak cry rang out through the arena. The sound echoed hollowly off of the walls, and I found myself suddenly sprinting at the stage.

I was no more than ten feet away from the stage when I began to clearly make out who was up there. I was getting ready to jump up on the stage when I ran headfirst in to a figure so steady it felt like a wall. Before I could fall backwards on to the carpet I was caught by the same thing I ran in to. The figure was dressed in form-fitting clothes that might have been used for exercising or yoga, and their face was hidden by several layers of heavy scarves. It wasn't until they picked me up like I weighed nothing and tossed me on to the stage that I realized it was Shiek.

The rough floor of the stage was not a welcome landing ground, especially not in Peach's "airy" summer clothes. I landed hard on my hip and cringed in pain at the heavy scratches the floor left all over my left side. Shiek jumped five feet up on to the stage with what seemed like no prep and stood there looking down at me as I held the now slightly bleeding scratches. All the while I was wondering why it didn't look like Sheik at all. The silver hair and dark irises had thrown me off for a while, but the realization that the anti or dark versions of characters looked different was there. It was dark Shiek, another product of the Day and Night project.

I turned around suddenly and scuttled to where Pit was. No one stopped me. As soon as I got to him, I realized I had no idea what I could do to help him. My mouth opened but any sound was cut off by the collar of my shirt being yanked against my throat. I was jerked on to the floor and held there, collar digging in to my neck and making it hard to breathe. I fumbled around a little, trying to get Sheik to let go, but their grip held it uncomfortably tight. Though I knew I couldn't win, I tried to move forward to aid the slow breathing and beaten angel, but each time I'd be yanked back and the wind would be trapped in my throat. I stopped and gasped for air.

The person from the center turned around, another familiar face dark in the still warming light. "How adorable, you want to help." Dark Pit stomped on Pit's exposed wrist, causing the light angel to squirm and choke out weakened sobs of pain as he tried to push the weight off.

I tried pulling myself forward again and within a moment my wrist was being pressed in to my back and my collar still choking me. I gasped and watched as Pit strolled over to me before kneeling down and smiling his devious smile. "Why don't you help me out instead?" His voice began light and airy before switching to a tone that could curdle milk. "Show us why you're here."

((Short chapter for now, if this gets a review another will be up soon, like within a day or two if I can. Thanks!))